You walked in through the front door, closing it behind yourself and letting out a soft sigh. The manager had made you work late, again. It was getting tedious, even though it meant your pay was better. However, you were happy that at least now you could be home with your boyfriend, Kakashi. Kicking off your shoes, then taking of your jacket and tossing it unevenly over the back of the stair banister, you entered the living room, finding it oddly quiet.
Running a hand through your (h/c) hair, you stopped in the centre of the room, pondering the reasons as to why it could possibly be this way. It was later than usual, but too early for him to be asleep. Maybe Kakashi had gone out to a bar, you wouldn't put it past him. Although others may have found it eerie, you were glad of the peace for a change. Your clear, (e/c) eyes closed, relishing in the seemingly solitary moments. It was only then you felt the hot breath hit the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
A visible tremor rolled through your body, your head pivoting round until your chin rested on your shoulder, eyes having opened and now peering at the source of the exhaled warmth. A gentle, playful smirk sat on his lips. That reaction was exactly what he craved from you. Arms snaked around your waist from behind, your body melting into the familiar touch.
"Go and sit down," a deep, purposefully husky whispered into your ear, "I'll take your mind off of everything." The barer of the voice slowly began to pull back, your hands having been resting on his arms, your fingers ended in tracing the definition of his biceps. How you enjoyed that feeling.
Obeying the statement, you went and sat down in one of the armchairs, leaning forward eagerly. You couldn't wait to see what he had in store. The light at the far end of the room switched on, revealing a silver-haired man, wearing only a bow tie and collar, and black trousers. He held a hand over the lower half of his face, though it was clear from the glint within his visible dark hue that he was smirking. You stared at him, your (e/c) eyes widened.
Your gaze drifted him up and down slowly, savouring any and all details of his body. It was perfect, from his broad chest to his defined abs; sporting a six pack. He stepped closer to you, gradually, stopping about three feet in front of you. Both hands slithered down, along his stomach down to his pant line, gripping the top. His hips started to sway as he slowly took them off, exposing his tightly fitting black boxers underneath. He turned, his back now facing you. Your eyes locked on to his perfectly toned booty. Did he still have it? Oh yes, there was no denying that. He glanced over his shoulder at you, a smirk sat on his lips. You returned the gesture, raising your hands and placing them on his butt, giving a few squeezes. He turned back frontward, your hands hovering in mid-air for a moment before you pressed your fingers on his stomach, using your fingertips to trace over each individual abdominal muscle. He clenched his jaw slightly, your touch bringing him pleasure in itself. He grew hard, that evident from his clothing choice. A blush came to your cheeks at seeing the tent in the fabric.
He bent down to your height, pressing his lips to your neck, leaving small kisses along it as he travelled upward, the feeling of his hot breath against your bare flesh making you chew the inside of your bottom lip, biting back your urge to moan at the small sensation of pleasure you now felt. He stopped at your ear, tongue licking the shell.
"Let's take this upstairs, shall we?" He blew gently into your ear, again sending the pleasurable tingling through your body. Tonight would be a long night.
